Soaring spindles, and tall towers

Crafted by divine powers

The architects were gods they say

When they built on that long ago day

A whole city that shimmered in gold

It was the place where dreams unfold

But what was the gold but a false promise

And the towers loomed ominous

Suddenly the city was shadows as night fell

The dreams faded like the fleeting sound of a bell

Golden sheen gone

Now where do we belong